I woke up sweating as I realized that that had been nothing more than
a dream. I wiped off my forehead and got up to get a glass of water. As I
got off of my creaky mattress that was laying on the floor I wondered why I
had a sword in this recurring nightmare. And who was this girl with the red
armlet? I had never been in any Aztec ruins or anything I was a manager at
WALMART for crying out loud! I was 22, I lived in my first bachelor's
apartment, I mean I had milk cartons for an entertainment center a table,
chairs, bookshelf, coffee table, and a nightstand! So I certainly didn't
have the money to buy a sword or take a trip to Africa or South America or
anywhere like that, so why did I feel like this was actually happening
whenever I closed my eyes? And if I did take a trip to wherever this was
why would there be a sacrificial ceremony and an air wall?
Either way, I decided, it couldn't happen, as I flopped down on my mattress having got my water. 'I guess I'll figure it out tomorrow' I concluded as I laid down my head.
Either way, I decided, it couldn't happen, as I flopped down on my mattress having got my water. 'I guess I'll figure it out tomorrow' I concluded as I laid down my head.
